Brief Encounter with the Dark Side

Sarah Palin, John McCain's Vice-Presidential running mate on the Republican ticket, just finished her pep rally power drill with the Republican delegates.  I felt compelled to watch, as we know nothing about her, except she has a pregnant teenage daughter, loves her guns, and is married to a hot, outdoorsy-type guy.  We also are aware of her allegiance to the Neo-Con Christian Right, her pro-life stance, where even a moose wouldn't be neutered.  

She entered the stage with an updated hairstyle for the usual hair-clip bun in the back and a snazzy suit, with jaquard-shiny jacket.  Her daughters and Cindy McCain were also having good hair days.  I was reminded of some sorority sister, campaigning for, like, sorority queen/president, or whatever that office-bearer's name is.  She is promising everything from less government to lower taxes to free beer at the White House.  The most entertaining moment was watching her youngest daughter, Piper, hold the baby, Trig, and smooth out his hair by first licking her hand very effectively and then slicking this poor baby's hair back.  Another camera shot showed Piper picking Trig's eyelash.  They were like chimpanzees, picking lice off of each other and eating them.  This family could either live in Appalachia or the Ozarks, or in the D.C. loop--what a wonderful representation of our moral majority.

Another obsession from today was this older gentleman at the gym working out in the weights area with his bare feet.  At one point, he actually rested his feet on the hand weights.  Fortunately for me, I can't lift the weights he used as a foot stool.  Nonetheless, this whole scenario was rather repulsive.  God only knows what body fluids are on the floor at a gym and what organisms are harboring and breeding on this nasty floor.  I don't even like setting my water bottle on the floor. The barefoot wonder eventually stood next to me, and I wasn't sure if I should run the to the opposite end of the gym or just leave.  I opted to stare out the window--in the opposite direction of the feet.  Now, I assume he must be one of those metro men that gets pedi-mani spa treatments, because his feet actually looked, well nice.